National Geographic : 1952 Feb
Zanzibar Harbor: aBitofAraby offMid-Africa Mention oftheisland's ro mantic name evokes visions of spices, ivory, slaves, and stately dhows. Clove trees grow inprofu sion, some ivory still trickles infrom themainland, but the slave trade isdead. Once Zan zibar slavers raided thecon tinent forhuman prizes. Only barred windows now suggest thedangers oftheir trade. Arab dhows, with their primitive, triangular sails, sur vive infull glory inaDiesel oilage. Each year, asthedate crop matures, Arabia's sailor merchants venture south on the northeast monsoon, keeping Africa insight ontheir right. When the monsoon changes, giving them afair wind north, they return home, keeping thecontinent onthe left. Down the coast with dates, incense, carpets, and brassware, homeward with mangrove poles, tea, coffee, and sugar, they make one round trip ayear (page 261). Inseason, thedhows anchor just beyond thesheds (left), which send fragrant cloves and oily copra out totheworld. Masts bobbing intheharbor belong tofishing craft. The Sultan's garden and white palace face thewater front.